the creed

I am here because there is no refuge,

finally from myself.

Until I confront myself in the eyes

and hearts of others, I am running.

Until I suffer them to know my secrets,

I have no safety from them.

Afraid to be known,

I can know neither myself nor any other,

I will be alone.

Where else but in our common ground,

can I find such a mirror?

Here, together, I can at last appear clearly to myself,

not as a giant of my dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears,

but as a person, part of the whole,

with my share in its purpose.

In this ground I can take root and grow,

not alone any more, as in death,

but alive to myself and to others

—Richard Beauvais

It was one day at a therapeutic community when I found this. They call it the creed and all of the patients—the alcoholic, the drug abusers, say it out loud everyday. Isn’t it remind us a little bit of ourselves? 

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